"What's wrong?'
That question people always ask,
I could say nothing,
I could say I'm fine,
But I can't,
"No i'm here, talk to me"
I try to avoid the question,
But the only way to get away from these people is if I speak my mind,
I'm depressed and want to die,
No I cant say that,
You honestly don't care,
So once again I say,
I say i'm tired,
I don't feel well,
I can't lie,
I am being honest,
I am tired of how I feel,
How i'm treated,
I'm tired of the everyday bullshit I deal with,
I had to tell you something,
Because I was forced to tell
YOU ARE READING
The Struggles in Life
PoetryMy book is full of my thoughts. There is some positive in here you just have to find it. But this book is my thought, my feelings, my rants